Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-11-18
MIILIoNs oR-NorHIN0l

With start, he awoke from his musings
over the past and hastily began to search
for some proof Of the womans identity.
AS he opened tho locl1et he staggered
backward In nmazement. In one aide was
the face Of nn old gray-bearded man, face
he never could forget. In tho other, bent
and worn, a small tin-type of young lad Of
eighteen or nineteen.
The first was the Greek merchant Of Tan
giers; the second, himself, the college
sophomore of eleven years ago. He remem-
bered fishing it out OF his sea-chest and CIV
ing it to Haydee just before he sailed.
And was this Haydeei His child pupil,
Haydeei Come from far Tangiers on that
burning Morocco shorei Cast up by the
sea, here on these rugged, rock bound
coastsl The woman Haydee, come thus to
recall to his conscience-smitten soul the
recollection of his broken promises, after
these many years had passed.
Horror-struclx at his objectionable neg
lect, he bent over her and murmured:
10, Haydeel my little Haydee! And
forgot you So"
Hidden in the folds of her robe, tightly
pressed to her bosom, was sewed q roll Of
MS. Blurred though it was by the sea-
water, he could yet read It Closely, yet
neatly written, its English was terse and
clear.
The pupil had well prohtod by her masters
instructions.
sat lastn-so began tho Ms. 1--WE are
steaming within sight of his native land and
Heaven soon will put an end to all my long,
long weary years Of waiting.
VI know not what unseen power impels
me 10 write this or guides my pen to shape
| that mournful word, FdraoelU know not
| what fills my terrified soul with vague fore
| boding. But like not the lowering looks
| of those bad men, and, when that villain,
| Matteo, bends upon me his evil eye, my
heart futters like q frightened bird, and
grow sick and faint
81 see their many, secret, low-muttering
| groups. catch their hasty chances Of fear
and malice toward my good captain and his
mate, Luigi. And am oppressed with an
horrible dread.
"Ah! why did seek this vesseli And
yet, when Ali''-her Nubian slave-"breath-
less and terrified, came rushing In, that IA
| tai night, with the news that the Snltan's
minions were without, ready to drag me 70
his harem, could We do ought else but fly
down those narrow, sitting lnnes and seeh
safety on tho first outbound steamer
nNo sooner had stepped upon her decks
than my soul told me that death abode
there. Too latei For she was already leav-
ing the harbor. And, now, daily and hour
ly, my eye and ear verify that awful pro
sentiment
"Last night nv father stood beside mo
clad In his death-shroud.
"'Fear not, my daughter said he, with
his rare, sweet smile Of old, the end Il at
handP
"Ayl de end Is at handi But, II 1t be not
TO meet thee, beloved, II lies In this sharp,
steel dagger, or m yon chilly waters.
10 my teacher Of the olden days my love
Of now and all time, JdrepeW Thou knew
est that loved thee, then, with a chAd's
pure love. And have como to prove TO thee
that love thee now, with the deathless
love OF awoman whose vain yearnings have
been pent up within her bosom for half
score years of ceasoless watching. And
come life or DEATH thou shalt yet know my
love was undying. /
"None, save l and yon strong box, wherein
is hidden the clew to tho place of conceal
ment Il would have left II with Abou Has
san, my dead fathers scribe; but, alas
Chat cruel flight forbade, and All, who
bears about in his breast tho papers which
he has sworn to protect TO the death, until
he deliver them to thee-none save we
three know whore hes that treasure that
shall mako thee tho peer OF tho richest
Prince on earth.
Sand, when it comes 10 thee-0s come q
surely shall-give but one thought to that
little Haydee, who, living, loved thee, and,
dying, breathed out her SON In prayer for
thee, and she will ask no moro.n
The brain of many better man has been
turned by scenes less trying than those
through which Fairfax Lad hsen passing:
and when he finished reading tlIese words